Morris Dancers wear ribbons with rosettes and have bells on the legs and wave hankies in the air while they dance. The first thing I had to do in order to have any chance of fitting in with Oxford Morris was to create an outfit a bit like theirs. They call the straps around the body ‘baldricks’. I had to go shopping to buy the materials, and found a shop that sold everything needed in St Nicks Market, Bristol. 
I found bias binding for the straps
…and bells for my legs.

The aim was to make something that looks a bit like this (Oxford Morris baldricks that I tried on while visiting a Morris Dancer, though a bit too big for me)
I set to work sewing,
Hammering in the shed (I decided to use a stud that I found in the sewing box for the rosette)
and I finally ended up with my Oxford University style Morris baldricks.
I had a little practice at home before setting off to Oxford to join in with the May Day celebrations.
Then off I went to Oxford strapped into the back of the car wearing all the gear!
We arrived at a very nice B & B – Lakeside Guesthouse, where rather conveniently there was a bed just for me in the room. I spent the evening relaxing there as May Day celebrations start very early in Oxford.
On May 1st 2016 and I got up very very early. Here I am about to walk across Christchurch meadow…
We were on our way to Magdalen Bridge to listen to the choir sing from the top of the tower at 6am. You can see the tower behind me in the distance in this photo….
When we arrived at the bridge there were thousands of people there, including lots of Morris dancers and a tree, though I didn’t spot any other bears.
At 6am the crowd went quiet and the sound of the choir filled the air. I could just about make out a few figures standing at the top of the tower.
After the choir had finished singing, we all started to follow the tree as it walked up Magdalen St…
The tree finally stopped at Radcliffe Square, and church bells started to chime. The Morris Dancers started to dance and play music.
I rather liked the round building on one side of the square.It is the Radcliffe Camera and is part of the Bodleian Library.
The church bells ringing and Morris dancing went on for quite a while as the different ‘sides’ of Morris dancers took turns to dance and make music. After they had all danced, they moved on to another area. The most exciting bit for me though was outside St Johns College where I got to join in with a Morris Dance. I had to be carried around for health & safety reasons as I am a bit short to dance on my own (there is a big risk I might get trodden on with all the jumping up and down and leaping about waving hankies). 
My reward for dancing so well was breakfast with the Morris Dancers, which took place in another college (Oxford is full of colleges), St. Edmund Hall. The tree, known as Jack-in-the-Green, was having a sleep in the garden, so I posed for another photo with him.
I was surprised to find that ale was being served with breakfast….
After breakfast we set off again for more Morris dancing, and walked under the Bridge of Sighs…
…then onto the area outside a museum, The Ashmolean. Here I was given the very important job of looking after the tankards full of ale.
I started to feel very tired. I had been up since 4.45am, my little legs were aching and I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes open. A Morris Dancer lifted me up onto the top of the sculpture, and I within moments I fell fast asleep.
Looking forward to my next Morris dancing adventure when I will be meeting up with the Oxford Morris Dancers during their canoeing tour of the Wye Valley 🙂
Horace the Alresford Bear 2/5/2016



The cyclists had to go round a 10km circuit 8 times, and as they went around some got tired and left behind so they got told to leave the race for safety reasons. The end bit of the race ended on a flat road next to a lake (Chew Valley Lake). After we had watched 7 laps my humans took me to the lake to watch the finish. I posed for a photo next to the lake.
I then toddled along to the finish line, where there were big flags either side of the road.
I waited there with all the humans for about 5 minutes, then as Karen spotted the safety car coming along she scooped me up, after which one cyclist appeared, about 100 metres in front of the others. Karen rang her bell and shook and shook me to ring my bell too – I have never been shaken so much. Seconds later many more cyclists came across the finish line. You can see just how much I was shaken in this short video clip!
After ten minutes or so we wandered on up the hill to the place where the squirrels live. Karen had brought along some squirrel bait, which turned out to be walnuts. She sat me down by a tree with walnuts on my lap. I was worried, but it turned out that the squirrels were apprehensive about me too, and wouldn’t approach me to collect the tasty walnuts.
Karen decided it might be better for me to sit with her, as the Brandon Hill squirrels are not afraid of humans, so we moved and I sat by Karen’s feet waiting for a squirrel.
Within minutes a friendly squirrel appeared. He was a bit too friendly and decided to investigate me.
Karen decided that now the squirrel had made friends with me, she could probably get a photo of just me with it. I kept smiling but felt quite nervous inside. There wasn’t really anything to worry about though…
Squirrel Nutkin and me got along just fine…
….until a very big dog came along the path and frightened him away.
When I was nearly at the top of the tower I peered over the wall to enable my humans to take a photograph.
Then I carried on right up to the top, where there was a great view of Bristol – you can see Bristol University Tower just above my head.
I was put back in the bag while my humans walked home, then had a wonderful surprise when they decided to treat me to pizza on the way home for being such a brave bear modelling with the squirrels.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to make pumpkin pie, Nye used to eat it when he lived in the USA but unfortunately he doesn’t really know how to make one. I decided to use a recipe from the BBC Goodfood website
While the pumpkin cooked I made the pastry…
I lined a special loose bottomed flan tin and then pressed the pastry into it. I had to make lots of little fork holes in the pastry to stop it bubbling up, then put it in the oven to cook. Meanwhile I mixed up the pumpkin pie filling mixture…
I found this somewhat difficult using a wooden spoon, so swapped to using a stick blender powered by electricity instead of paw power.
The whole lot was then tipped into the flan case…
The pumpkin pie had to be baked at a very hot temperature for 10 minutes then at acooler temperature for a further 20 minutes. Unfortunately when I removed it from the oven I managed to put a paw mark in the edge.
I tried to fill the paw mark in with the icing sugar and cinnamon sprinkle topping but it didn’t quite work, but the humans seemed to be happy with the result!
This afternoon I gathered up a few of my bear friends to try out the pie. Nye is the only bear who has eaten pumpkin pie before, and he said it was very good, almost as good as the pies he used to eat in the Autumn in USA. Gilbert and Hester enjoyed it too, though Gilbert thought it ought to be served with cream. Growler wasn’t too keen, he said he preferred apple crumble. My own opinion, it tasted OK but I think it needed some more spice. 
































Here I am by the front door to the apartments which has the name plaque ‘The Town Mill’ and confirmed we had the right place.













